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Snapshot Story Ideas by the17thmuse
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Naruto, Marvel Cinematic Universe, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Star Wars - All Media Types
29 Jan 2022
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I have what certain authors call a 'running brain' and this is basically a collection of fic prompts, plotbunnies, ideas and headcanons and whatever else I have posted or stashed in Tumblr, AO3 comment threads and email drafts that I lack the will and time to write or to finish. Please check the individual chapter summaries for more info on the AUs.
If anyone gets inspired or want to use or adopt any of the ideas here, you're very welcome to it. Just please leave a comment saying so.
Check page/chapter 1 for the full shortlist of AUs.
the Latest:
15 - My Hero Academia (Monster Becomes You AU: pre-canon divergence crack All Might gets AFO Nighteye gets OFA Tenko borrows Foresight vigilante!Dabi)16 - Star Wars (Countess Dooku AU - Anakin/Dooku A/B/O Anakin did not become a Jedi)
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Aleas is an empathic and impulsive rebel hidden behind a cold and rational scientist exterior.
Temerdul is a relentless and terrifying lone executor of doom (justice) when he's not being an absolute doormat.
Together, a multi-dimensional creature and an immortal vigilante navigate co-parenthood over Aleas' illegally created murderous offspring. That is, if their personal issues, their enemies and the interdimensional cold war going on don't end them first.
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- Part 1 of Song and Ash, Sword and Ruin
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A well-known piece in Scion V
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- Part 4 of Song and Ash, Sword and Ruin
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Found among the possessions of Sarunarian Das, Grandmaster of the Order of the Sons of Scion, is a translated poem originally recorded (and improbably written) by the technomancer Parthos, a tracker and historian, dated during the aftermath of the Daemon's Blood Wars**...
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- Part 3 of Song and Ash, Sword and Ruin
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Judis and Dismay react to the Winter Soldier Minions: Code of Conduct by the17thmuse
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
02 Nov 2020
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...In Which Judis and Dismay read the Rules (aka How Cake Day ended up on the Winter Minions Code of Conduct in OC: Winter Soldier)
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(Based on my original universe unofficially known as Children Destrane)
So...Lilili_cat's "Hidden in Stagnant Pools" was so sad and depressing one of my OCs decided to commit cross-fandom character theft and this was born.
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Plant a Dragon's teeth and you can have an army of grown warriors, or so the legend said.
(Or: how the Hatake can either be born naturally or planted from a Hatake tooth, an offering of the flesh and the clan's White chakra.)
Alternatively known as that AU where the Hatake are actually Agricultural Experts and the Mokuton is an actual bloodline limit.
Will oscillate between humor and tragedy. Also full of (mostly Hatake) OCs alongside canon characters. I also don't take any of the pairings seriously, so some may not be to your taste.
Read at your own risk.
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Like many minor bosses in the Lands Between, Erdtree Avatar #9 was minding its own business and living a peaceful life until the Tarnished showed up.
But the Greater Will intervened, granting the Avatar a miracle and a second chance in life ("Greater Will" meaning "one of From's interns" and "miracle" meaning "bad geometry"). The Erdtree Avatar finds itself in the Realm of Shadow and it's not the only Avatar here. The Scadutree Avatar is opposite to the Erdtree Avatar in many ways, but a bond quickly forms between them, unlike anything they had ever felt in their lonely lives.
Will they overcome their differences to beat the pesky Tarnished? Can a sunflower and a walking tree stump be together? Wait, why is there a Kood/Messmer tag on this Erdtree Avatar/Scadutree Avatar fic?
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19 Aug 2024
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The Messmer stared at nothing in the general direction of the Keep, frowning. His gaze returned to Melia, all of a sudden intense and almost desperate. “When thou’rt away from thy Dawn, it felt as though thou’rt missing a key part of thyself.”
“Yes, you understand me,” said Melia, pleased. “I hear longing in her songs. I hope that my gift will ease both our pain.”
The Messmer opened and shut his mouth in indecision. “...And it is thy wish to take flowers from my mother’s village and plant them at the Scadutree's base?”
“Yes! Yes!” said Melia. “I swear that we will care for them like they are our seed. You can trust us.”
“Is that all thou asketh of the Impaler? They’re only flowers. Thou hast my permission.” He covertly wiped his eyes— and rubbed them again in disbelief as Melia’s wilted branches straightened with such speed that they gave a little bounce, instantly growing golden leaves and peculiar black-gold buds. Waves of gratitude crashed upon the demigod, thick enough that he sneezed. “But they're only some plants. But, of course, thou’rt plants too. So, it must be like, what? Adopting children?”
The serpents hissed, but they were only able to wrap themselves around him as Melia grabbed him. Messmer tried to jump back, but unfortunately for him, bosses don’t get i-frames. The snakes’ teeth bit uselessly into wood.
“Erdtree Avatar!” Messmer yelled, kicking the air, but of course the Avatar couldn’t understand his speech. He found face pressed into Melia’s shoulder. It was rather comfortable with the padding of soft leaves and budding flowers.
Was this how it was to end? The Erdtree had finally passed it verdict and his heretic existence would come to an end—
A branch poked his closed eye and a hand pressed gently to his back and finally Messmer realised he was being hugged.
No one held him before. Huw never embraced him because it wasn’t his way, and Messmer wouldn’t allow himself to express such frivolous desires. The senior Fire Knights gave him the occasional pat or a brief touch of affirmation, but they maintained distance out of the respect he helped cultivate. His father had tried to—it didn’t matter. But Mother must’ve hugged him when he was young. She must have and he forgot. Still, his chest ached.
It would’ve hurt less if the Avatar had run him through with their staff. At least that wouldn’t be surprising.
“Thank you,” said Melia, gently placing the Messmer back down. To her horror, there were tears on his face, a clear sign a human was in pain. “I’m so sorry. Have I hurt you?” But the Messmer was nothing if not enigmatic. He smiled and said, “Not at all. Come, Avatar. Let us pick flowers for thy Dawn.”
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Winter's Wind, the Guardian of the North by JustHereForBookmarks
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
24 Oct 2020
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The North will not surrender peacefully to Aegon Targaryen and his sisters. Torrhen Stark suggests an alternative. One that is too tempting to refuse.
(yes, I know that this summary is suggestive, but this story is quite tame on that front.)
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25 Nov 2024
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“Just one more time I’ll say it, beast. Tell me your name.”
Arlen peered from the arrow to Ramsay. “No.”
Ramsay didn’t hear defiance often. It paused his arrow’s release.
“And why not? It’s only polite. Mine for yours. Why not tell me the name of the great guardian of the North?”
Arlen’s voice was softer than the running stream. “You won’t live long enough to use it.”
There was a silence in the clearing. Ramsay was fascinated by the man’s words, barely registering that the man had begun to remove his clothes. He took off his trousers and tunic, even his smallclothes, standing completely nude. He had multiple scars. Ramsay took them in. They were beautiful.
That was his one regret. His playthings rarely lived long enough to show their scars. Perhaps after this beast was dead and his lord father proceeded with their plans, he could keep a pet. A young Stark boy or girl to carve to his liking.
He was so lost to his fantasies. Only by a great effort, could he return his focus to the scarred nude man by the stream. The man was now looking at him.
“I don’t like your eyes,” the beast said quietly.
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The Tarnished Shall Soon Return by Holyshitfuck
Fandoms: Elden Ring (Video Game), Elden Ring Shadow of the Erdtree
27 Oct 2024
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Miquella severely underestimate how bad things can get when he fight the Aspiring Lord of the Old Order
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This Tarnished got 3 phasesBookmarked by the17thmuse
28 Oct 2024
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Thiollier was not a confrontational man, not really. When chips went down, he would fight the best he could, as far as he could. But in any other situation, he would always seek non-direct path when confronted by enemies. He would rather sneak around, putting people to sleep, and leave without causing permanent harm to those in his way. This was partly due to his belief that he was thick as two planks and as weak as a kitten, but partly also because Thiollier dislike harming people, even if said people would wish to behead his kind.
That’s why Thiollier couldn’t stomach it when he saw just how murderous Messmer was. Any Inquisitors in his way, he would either stab them, throw his spear at them, impale them on the ground, burn them, and even directly tear their horns from their face. It was a true display of savagery that was near unforgettable. Part of him almost dare to Ask Messmer if really need his soldiers and furnace golems, when he alone could cause so much damage to this tower, even if said tower was the shadow of its former self.
Meanwhile Sir Ansbach was watching Messmer’s performance critically. Even with the added weight of a giant corpse, the demigod remains agile in his steps and his fiery spears strike true. Indeed, while Malekith was well known as the death of demigods, Messmer was not far behind him in prowess. Aside from Godwyn, no demigods could be his match, none except for maybe Malenia and Radahn. Godwyn and Messmer both were strong without the aid of Great Rune, it was atrocious. Ansbach didn’t know much about the ancient history, but those that he knew paint it that Marika was fearful of his serpentine son, afraid that he would undo her centuries of hard work and even vanquish his golden son, hence the banishment.
The demigod himself was not even focusing half of the time. Several Divine Beast Warrior might annoy him, but it only take him some effort to skewer and roast them in his dark flame.
“Vile creatures” Messmer murmured. He was still thinking about the Divine Gate behind him. Messmer was true son of Marika, despite his base nature, he was still a true numen-born. As such, like his forefathers, he was cursed with harmonious flesh, capable of melding with others. In his case, he was cursed to meld with the serpent, Queen Marika the Eternal’s sins, and it took all his efforts and Marika’s seals to not let the fusion be complete. His numen flesh meant that when he arrived at the grotesque monument of Hornsent’s depravity, he could still sense the remnant thoughts of those petrified flesh. Given time, he could even devour them into himself, becoming one with the maddening cacophony of suffering and anguish, still audible to him despite the long time passing between Marika’s ascension and this current age.
He had heard about his mother talking about the Divine Gate once, whispering to him of Hornsent’s most insane projects, and told him to close his heart to their suffering, for they would never open their hearts to the Shamans. He remembered the outrage he felt at the thought that entire villages died, turned into jars, and being dumped into the so-called sacred spiral tower for the sake of Hornsent. That outrage was nothing compared to what he felt right now. His faith in his mission that had waned since his realization of Marika’s abandonment, was renewed greatly.
He had heard from Rellana and his fire knights about how Hornsent thought those who could manifest beast-like characteristics were considered divine, closer to the crucibles than any other since birth. How he wanted to just break the seal and become the serpent that burn them until nothing left even for ravens to peck on this world.
“Not yet… not yet” Messmer soothe himself. After his deal with the Tarnished was fulfilled, he could still come back here and finish his holy work, for now he just need to bury his cursed half sibling. Messmer picked up the pace, slaying everything in his way,and made his way down to Belurat, where he would remind the hornsent of his terror.
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“Do you intend to seek Rex Lapis’ wisdom?” Ms. Yu asked, her voice turning a touch reverential as her God’s name left her lips. “If so, I hope you’ll find what you wish for… Honestly, a wooden sculpture of Rex Lapis from you would be a sight to behold!”
“Ah, you flatter me,” he said, “but admittedly I did come at this time of the year to catch a glimpse of Rex Lapis. I’m very curious about the legends surrounding him, Liyue and the Adepti… Would you know how could I learn more?”
“A guide is the best option to learn more about local history,” she said, pensively. “Ah! I know whom you should ask for,” — a lilting laugh followed her words, though Ajax was oblivious to her fun — “No one is better suited than him!”
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or, Ajax of Morepesok, esteemed toymaker, meets and befriends Zhongli, a consultant from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor- Language:
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20 Nov 2024
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After their previous conversation lulled into silence, Zhongli sighed. “Pardon my curiosity,” he said, “but how did you discover your passion?”
“Oh?”
“We’ve spent some time together, and I can’t help but notice how passionate you’re about your job. It makes me curious.”
“I told you how, as a kid, I dreamt of my big adventure. One day, after an argument with Father, I fled home with nothing but a bag of bread, a knife and a short-sword stolen from Father. I didn’t go far… I tried to elude the wild animals living in the snowy forest, but there was this wolf pack that managed to track me down and… that’s when I saw them, an ephemeral figure scared the wolves away, saving me.”
He turned to look at Zhongli, a brittle smile on his face.
“I was lost, and I didn’t know where to go. I kept walking to keep warm, trying to walk back towards home… The only thing keeping me sane was thinking of the apparition that saved me. I couldn’t think of anything else, so I started to carve it. I didn’t want to forget them… my hands were freezing and I was awful with a knife. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t cut one of my fingers off…”
“What happened then?” Zhongli asked, softly. Just as gently, he pulled Ajax closer, wrapping an arm around the small of his back.
“I found my way back. My mother and sisters were looking for me. Aah, I got into a load of trouble, but I just… I still couldn’t stop thinking of my savior. I got grounded for running away and ending up in trouble, and I was also sick, so I’d lots of time to spend in my room and think. Only more than thinking, I kept carving their likeness into small chopped pieces of wood that my younger sister sneaked into my room for me. Oh, Tonia has always been my number one fan. Without her support, I don’t know if I’d have kept trying…”
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首发老福特，修一下搬过来
巨量私设注意
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19 Nov 2024
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His twin brother, Messmer, already had the most terrifying army in the Golden Order before he gained the reputation—or rather the infamy—of the Impaler.
No one would doubt this. In his army, the soldiers and knights have the same cruelty and fighting power as their master, and they have the Fire of Messmer that even ordinary soldiers can use. His army not only has the noble descended Fire Knights, but also soldiers who once belonged to Lord Godfrey, and the Black Knights who once served the "Black Blade" Maliketh.
The two armies that were not directly under Messmer did not think that he was more worthy of loyalty compared to their former master, especially the black knights who originally served the Black Blade. Their original master represented the death of the demigods, but they were asked to condescend to serve a demigod.
But that was an era where strength was respected.
The warmth of that contest still lingers today. Even a hundred years after Queen Marika banned any mention of Messmer, there is still a legend of a red-haired spearman single-handedly killing his way through an entire order of knights.
Godwin was there when the legend was born. He watched Messmer face the black knights who were ready for battle and raise his hand to draw his spear.
The first strike repelled the besieging black knights, the second strike charged into the enemy formation, and the third strike went straight for the Commander Andreas.
The spear did not strike, and he retracted his spear, using it to stabilize his deformed and hunched body. There were fallen black knights under his feet, and Andreas was deeply shocked in front of him.
After a moment, Andreas came back to his senses from the shock, looked at his future master for two seconds, then knelt down to Messmer and swore his loyalty from then on.